Touma was, saying it frankly, feeling rather down. It had been a week since he's beaten Accelerator in a fight. He was happy to have saved the clones, but that didn't change the fact, that more than half were dead, and would never come back to live. The only thing he could hope for was for Misaka Imouto and the other clones to lead a happy life. Still, he wished none of them had to die at all.
He just couldn't understand Accelerator. Why had he accepted this cruel and insane experiment? Didn't the albino feel at least somewhat bad about it?
Touma sighed. Thinking about won't change anything. Still sunken in thoughts he laid back on his bed. It was already late, so he decided to go sleep and leave his thoughts to tomorrow. While he was slowly drifting into sleep, his subconsciousness was still working on the wish to save all the clones. But with how tired he was, he didn't realise his right hand being balled into a fist. He didn't realise a thin fracture appearing in the air, and he also didn't saw time running backwards.
All that happened completely unseen.
At the same time a certain twelve years old albino at the other side of the city opened his eyes, only to roll unto his other side and mutter a "to damn early", before deciding to continue sleeping, while thinking about how his reserve of coffee was already spent. That meant he had to leave his apartment late the day and buy new one. This meant he was going to get attacked by some random idiot. What lovely thoughts. He hoped his day would otherwise be fine.
If he were to know how wrong this was, he would have never even gotten the idea to wake up and go out today.
Coffee be damned.